A Parable and an Invitation
“Once upon a time there was a miller who lived in a windmill, and ground flour for the village baker. Day after day the miller used to worry about whether he was producing enough flour. One night, after there had been no wind all day, he hit upon a plan. He would disengage the cogs of the windmill, and work all night turning the machinery himself, by hand. Then he would be sure that there would be enough flour. When morning came, there was plenty of flour, but the miller was slumped asleep on the floor, the flour never got to the baker, and the whole town went without bread. So sound asleep was the miller that he never heard the noise outside, the noise of a rushing mighty wind.
“If you have ears, then hear.”
I’m tired of grinding. Grinding things to pieces. Grinding people to pieces. Grinding myself to pieces.
I want to hear the wind howling – feel it whipping my hair – slicing through my disguises – pushing me wherever it wills.
If you’re tired of grinding… if you want to run up a sail and let the wind drive you… let me know. I’ve got someone we both should spend some time getting to know.
in HIS love,
PS – the parable comes from page 66 of Following Jesus: Biblical Reflections on Discipleship by Tom Wright